Pandemic Earth Day #2. Poem plant on the trail. The ceremony was attended by a hawk who circled around us as we headed down the trail. It looked like he went back to read it again. I can’t be certain, but I think it is the same hawk who appears in the first line of the poem.

MOVING ON

Hawks, rocks, sky.

Let’s not re-enter so hard and fast we forget them.

Let’s keep the secrets of

          horned toads near the path

          paw prints in the snow

          lizards climbing rocks

geese returning to the field.

Moons will rise, suns will set, winds will blow.

We will remember,

even if we’re not here to greet them.